Apparently, I am just TOO MUCH for some people.
I talk too fast.
I laugh too loudly.
I smile too quickly.
I giggle too often.
I’m just too ridiculously happy! 🤣🤣🤣
My teeth are too big.
My nose is too wide.
My breasts are too large.
My curls are too wild.
My body is too round.
My hips sway too much.
I take up too much space! 🙄🙄🙄
Strolling across the fields through the chilly rain, my thoughts wandered much farther than the cloud-obscured horizon on this late morning. I reluctantly shuffled into my sandals before heading out the door, knowing that my bare feet would still get wet, and secretly celebrating this minor act of rebellion. I swung the pail of kitchen scraps in time with my stride. The swaying motion added an extra lilt to my step, in defiance of the soggy soil squishing underneath my soles. …
I was exhausted, and I didn’t really feel like making dinner.
I was in the final stages of editing my first book, working my tired fingers to the bone to get it out into the world, and just didn’t want to cook!
I felt like a total hypocrite! Here I was, writing a book about how wonderful it is to cook with your child, how it’s all worth it, but I didn’t want to walk my own talk?!?!?! C’mon!!!
And, of course, I hadn’t even done the shopping (remember, I was up to my elbows in final edits on this…
It was hot! I mean sweat-dripping-down-the-small-of-your-back hot!!! Smoke was stinging my eyes, and I immediately realized I had chosen exactly the wrong place to stand. The teary eyes in the smiling face that greeted me said that it was just as bad where she was standing.
I had followed my nose through the gates and past the dark and empty restaurant seating area to the fiery kitchen in the rear. …